The crocodiles
Return to the swampy land
Soak it up with the sun
Nobody wants you on shore
On bad foundation
You can't stand the Coldplay
You open your big mouth to say
No sound but only the wind
They don't like Coldplay
But they move the bad door cold
In their mirrors they forget
The reflection of what they do
The crocodiles
We don't need your cold shoulders
They don't like they can stay at home
Leave us alone to soak up the Coldplay
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